milk addicts

Song Nai's heart stopped, he broke free from the chaotic dream, stared at the ceiling, his mind was still a little dazed from crying, and the swollen and painful eyelids made him slowly recall what happened last night.

Last night, he offended Mr. Ji, hugged him, and kept crying like a faucet.

But Mr. Ji was not angry, did not push him away, and coaxed him patiently in a low voice.

He fell asleep in Mr. Ji's arms last night...

This thought made Song Nai's face heat up, and the little rabbit jumped into his heart.

What an intimate gesture to embrace and sleep.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to see Mr. Ji's handsome face while he was half asleep and half awake.

However, the familiar room around him and Xiao Lele who was sleeping beside him told him that it was just his hallucination.

Mr. Ji probably brought him back to the room while he was asleep and left.

Song Nai rubbed his eyes and got off the bed softly.

He yawned softly and walked into the bathroom, the skin of his opened mouth was tingling, he hissed, and quickly covered his mouth.

It was quiet in the corridor, Mr. Ji's door was open, the sunlight filled the room, the quilt on the bed was folded into tofu cubes, clean and tidy, Mr. Ji had already gone out.

The little nanny stood blankly at the door of the master for a while, not knowing what to think, his cheeks were flushed, he walked into the bathroom with the speed of a runaway worker who gave birth to a baby girl, and rolled his eyes, and was immediately caught by the girl in the mirror. I was taken aback.

The eyes have been swollen into a light red slit, and the light wheat-colored face is covered with dried tears, and the description is miserable. Even the lips don't know what happened, but there is a small hole, which was torn when I yawned just now. It opened, and a few drops of blood came out.

Splashing cold water on the hot face to cool down, the rabbit nanny who got up in the morning washed up in front of the mirror.

Always feel weird.

Spit out the foam in his mouth, lock the bathroom door, and the moment his fingertips touched the buttons of his pajamas, Song Nai felt chills all over his body, and the heavy hammer hit his heart suddenly, forcing him to let out a panicky gasp.

It was empty under the thin pajamas, the corset was missing, and the breasts that broke free from the shackles stood upright, protruding two wet tips from the pajamas.

This is something that has never happened before.

The chest fell heavily, and the little hare, who lost her sense of security, squatted down hurriedly, wrapped her legs around her legs, hid the weird bump on her chest, and muttered nervously to herself.

"How, how..."

He clearly remembered that after taking a bath last night, he put on his corset.

Maybe he will forget to take it away, but it is absolutely impossible to forget to wear it. This is the most basic self-protection method for the little hare. For him, wrapping his chest tightly is like breathing, which is a daily action.

Could it be that Mr. Ji discovered...

The two long ears drooped down to cover the eyes. Thinking of this possibility, Song Nai was like a little animal with nowhere to live in the cold winter months, scrambling into the gap that could resist the cold wind, and the whole rabbit shivered.

The mobile phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated, and Song Nai, who was absorbed in his thoughts, was startled, and the back of his head slammed against the hard wall, causing his eyes to fog up from the pain.

"You, hello."

"Hi," a young woman's voice came through the receiver, "are you 'two ears up'?"

Song Nai paused as he rubbed the back of his head. Knowing the purpose of the other party's visit, he stared at his gauze-wrapped ankle, trying to suppress his panic, "...Yes, ma'am."

"I saw on the Internet that you want to sell breast milk." The voice of the woman on the other side was full of doubts. Regarding the fact that a boy answered the phone, "...is your mother still breastfeeding?"

Song Nai was stunned for a second, and immediately responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

"Does your mother have a health certificate?"

The boy had an obvious country accent, and he hesitated to answer this question. The woman glanced at the baby who was spitting and refusing to eat milk powder, and was crying loudly in the confinement wife's arms, and said: "In three days, it will be fine." Use this number to contact me if it’s done, otherwise I’ll find someone else.”

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Song Nai was sluggishly maintaining a curled up posture, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small red dot on WeChat from the corner of his eye.

"You don't need to cover your chest at home. It's not something to be ashamed of. Don't be nervous. Listen to me obediently. I'm a doctor."

After an interval of 3 minutes, there is another one below.

"If your eyes are uncomfortable, apply ice cubes."

The sender is Mr. Ji...

Song Nai stared blankly at the phone screen, got out from under the sink, and ran downstairs to the refrigerator.

The ice cube container full of blueberry ice turned into ice cubes frozen in pure water.

The panic in my heart disappeared without a trace, and the soreness filled my chest again.

Song Nai clutched the ice, but felt it was burning.

The ankle touched by Mr. Ji was given a new life, and an invisible thread was born from it, holding the heart along the blood vessels and spinal cord,

The melted ice water waters the small buds in my heart, the twigs grow higher and higher, and a small flower blooms tremblingly.

I wanted to pick this little flower and give it to Mr. Ji, but I was afraid that he would not want it.

Song Nai is a timid rabbit.

Liushen prepared breakfast for Song Le without a master, and Song Nai suddenly received a call from Zhang Lijun.

A swear word exploded in his ears when he opened his mouth, the little hare in a daze trembled in fright, the shovel in his hand almost fell to the ground, Zhang Lijun's voice was mixed with the noisy background, "What should I do, I can't find that brat. "

"What, what's wrong?"

"Damn it..." Zhang Lijun's anger pierced through the microphone loudly, bringing out a series of sharp noises, "The boss said that as soon as we left that day, that brat resigned."

Upon hearing this, Song Nai brought the steamed egg batter to Song Le's bed, took off his apron and went downstairs to the entrance, "Brother Zhang, I'll be right over."

It was the morning rush hour, and the car was full of people, sweating Song Nai all over.

The fish brought by the sea boat were being dumped out of the frame on the shore, the shutter door of the frozen store was half closed, and Zhang Lijun was squatting in the corner against the wall and smoking a cigarette.

"Brother Zhang..."

Zhang Lijun's bruised nose and swollen face made Song Nai's heart tighten. He squatted down beside him, squinted at the dark shop, and there seemed to be no one in it, so he asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhang, where's the boss?"

Zhang Lijun didn't answer him, took a puff of cigarette, his voice was trembling, "Song Er, what should we do now."

Last night, I paid those people more than 3000 yuan. This is the money they have earned with interest over the past few days. All the oysters can't be taken anymore, they should be destroyed.

I have worked hard these days, but I have not earned any money, and I have paid thousands of yuan.

"Do you still have money?"

Zhang Lijun looked melancholy at the pier not far away, with the vast blue sky reflected in his eyes.

Song Nai shook his head, cracked his fingers silently, and licked the small wound on the corner of his lips.

It didn't take long for the two of them to be depressed, when a strong man came and chased them away with a broom.

With the last few dozen pieces left in their pockets, they went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables, and had lunch at Zhang Lijun's house to discuss countermeasures.

"How much do you pay as a nanny over there?"

Song Nai smiled wryly, and swallowed the hard rice in his mouth, "No salary."